Page 36 of Drawn to You
Before Andrew leaves, he calls me to his office to discuss the promotion plans.
“All your ideas are good, Britt, but I’ve decided to go for the charity competition. The Thanksgiving holiday is a perfect time for that. We’ll do it a week or two before it. What do you think?”
“Sure. Should I email the members now?”
“Yes. I’ll need you to create an advertisement for that, but that can wait. For now, we’ll need to start finding sponsors.”
“Okay.” I nod and wait for his instructions.
“I’ve gathered a list of businesses around here that might be interested in it. What I want you to do is write a sponsorship proposal. You’ll need to give them a brief description of the event and convince them why they should sponsor us. I’ll email you some samples I found online. You should read them before you write yours.”
“Sure, I’ll do it now. When do you need it?”
“The sooner, the better. Although Thanksgiving is still two months away, we want to give the companies time to consider it.”
I nod. “I’ll have the draft ready by tomorrow.”
“Great!”
I plunge into work right away. After going over the samples Andrew provides, I work on the draft for two hours straight. I almost forget my own troubles when Darrell comes to talk to me when we’re both taking a break.
“So, how is your place?” he asks me.
I sigh. “It’s different from what I expected.”
He blinks. “Good or bad?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep last night, and someone broke my car window.”
“Shit. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s not your fault,” I say. “But I’ll need to find a different place. Kim says she’ll give me a week before I cancel the contract.”
“That’s not bad,” Darrell says. “Actually, you could probably find a place farther from town. It’s expensive around here, but cheaper in the suburbs. And you could also rent a room in a house too. I stay where I am because I don’t have a car, and I don’t want to commune on my bike.”
“I see. Thanks for being helpful, Darrell. I’ll look into that.” I pull out my phone and search for apartments on the Internet. Darrell is right. The further it is from the downtown area, the cheaper an apartment is. I don’t mind commuting, and my work schedule avoids rushing hours, leaving me many options.
I consult Darrell and Jennifer as I browse through the rental ads, asking for information about the locations and their distances from the gym, etc.
The front entrance door opens, and Mason Meyer strides in, wearing his usual tight t-shirt and yoga pants. He glances at my phone as I speak to Darrell. “You’re looking for a place to move?”
I pause for a moment. “Yeah.”
After he checks in, he says. “You know what? An apartment near where I live is for rent.”
“Really?” I look up at him. “Where do you live?”
“Beverly Hills,” he says.
I chuckle. “Thanks, but I don’t think I can afford it.”
“The place is not in my neighborhood,” Masons says. “It’s between my house and the gym. About ten minutes drive from here. It shouldn’t be inexpensive because many college students live in the area.”
I’m tempted. “Where is it exactly?”
“On Sunset,” he says. “I’ll take you there if you’re interested.”
“Thanks, I have a car. I’ll go by myself. What’s the cross street?”
